Jack Chick became somewhat famous through his "Chick Tracts," small, objectively bad mini-comics with a overtly Christian Revivalist message. He'd sell them to anyone, but they largely went in bulk to churches who would distribute them locally. Since Chick Publications suggests handing them out at Halloween, I thought I'd put up a bit about what a hate-filled asswipe Chick himself actually was.
Chick was born in Los Angeles in 1924. He would've grown essentially alongside the birth of the comic book, although I don't see any records of him being a particular fan of the medium that early. But regardless, I expect it would've been hard for any fourteen-year-old in the US to miss at least hearing about the debut of Superman. He also could easily have witnessed the births of Prince Valiant, The Phantom, Flash Gordon, Li'l Abner, and countless other comics that are now considered great classics. Again, I can't find any record of their influence on him, if there was any at all, but certainly there's potential groundwork there.
Chick was drafted into the US Army in 1943. It was only after returned from service and meeting his wife that he "found" religion. He and his wife wed in 1948. He started drawing a single-panel cartoon, written by P. S. Clayton, in 1953 called "Times Have Changed?" which were not unlike Johnny Hart's B.C. in premise -- contemporary situations with a caveman veneer. (The Billy Ireland Museum posted several examples some time back.)
Chick's first tract, Why No Revival?, wasn't until 1960. His second would take another two years. He didn't formalize Chick Publications until 1970, though, and it would be another two years beyond that before he actually hired an artist. (All of the writing and art prior to that was done by himself.) Over the ensuing decades, he would publish over 250 more titles with a little under half that remaining in print, each selling for eighteen cents. (Well, they're eighteen cents now, and I know they used to be cheaper. I can't seem to find historical pricing on them.) I did some back-of-the-envelope calculations a few years back and figured he probably made a decent enough living selling tracts. Not a ton, but potentially enough to let him live comfortably.
Which is kind of amazing considering that he only repeated one story over and over and over: "If you don't practice my specific form of religion, you're going to burn in Hell for all eternity." The stories were all poorly written -- even setting aside the wow-this-is-a-flimsy-straw-man-argument-even-as-far-as-straw-man-arguments-go exchanges -- with barely coherent plots and dated, tin-ear dialogue. Coupled with being so unapologetically preachy with a seeming naivete about just about everything -- for literally over half a century! -- it's little wonder these became booklets with high kitsch value.
But here's the thing about Chick: he spent his career espousing hate speech. Every one of his books damns some group or another, generally literally casting representatives in the pits of Hell. He attacked or demeaned, as near as I can determine, every type of person in existence except for cishertero white males who practiced his specific form of religion. He seemed to be against so many types of people, it became impossible to take him seriously.
Except people did. And still do. Chick spread hate and actively fanned the flames of ignorance for over fifty years and, as insane as it sounds to most (I hope) people, there's a contingent out there who lapped it up. Who said, "Yes, Jack, you're right! These heathens deserve nothing but disdain and I shall act accordingly!"
I spent years dismissing Chick's messages because I didn't think anyone could take this crackpot seriously. And I actually kind of dug that he used comics, in the immediate wake of the anti-comics crusades of the mid-1950s, to do something beyond simple entertainment. But in seeing stories about his speech directly led people getting assaulted and hurt, where people took his bat-shit crazy ideas to heart, I can't hold any measure of respect for him. He was a hate-monger, plain and simple.
He claimed he only wanted to see people change their ways so they could be "saved" but that's as flimsy a straw man argument as any in his tracts. He cultivated hate and fear, and earned his living encouraging nothing but negativity. I don't believe in an afterlife so it's a little hollow for me to say "rest in peace" if I even wanted him to, but I do hope that people who were negatively impacted by Chick's vile attitudes do find some measure of peace in their own lives now that he's no longer able to generate more messages of hatred.
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3 comments:
I found Chick tracts creepier than any EC Comics horror story.
Jack Chick rules. You're just another godless commie.
Funny, I have never seen those tracts you're talking about.. I've only seen the ones that show how someone's heart was changed when they accepted the good Lord Jesus into their hearts.
BTW, what denomination are you of anyway?
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